Mark Chadbourn - The Silver Skull

A commotion rose up near the entrance to the State Rooms, and a second later several of the king's advisors ran over, concern marring their features. Ashen-faced, they hovered near their king, until one said, "They insist on entering. They claim it is their right as nobility."

With Will close behind, James marched towards the door, the crowd opening before him. The music died away, and the conversation stilled.

As the doors to the State Rooms swung open, the light from the candles grew dimmer, although the flames burned as strong. Shadows fell at strange angles, and a suffocating atmosphere descended. Here and there across the room, blood began to drip from noses.

Ten members of the Unseelie Court stepped in, the terrible weight of their gazes ranging across everyone present. The king's guests recoiled as one. The strangers advanced with languid superiority, like wolves among sheep, their emotions, their thoughts, everything about them unreadable. No one could look them fully in the face, and if any caught an eye by accident, the blood drained from them, and they crossed themselves, muttering prayers. Will knew the unease went far beyond the physical appearance of the Unseelie Court; it was as if a grave had been opened in everyone's presence.

So potent was the sense of threat, it was as if the strangers were on the brink of falling upon those assembled and slaughtering them where they stood. Their clothes, while of the finest material, appeared to be on the brink of rot, stained here and there with silvery mildew, the style harking back to a distant age. A scent of loam accompanied them. Their cheekbones were high, their hair long, their eyes pale, but there was an odd quality to their features that meant they rarely registered on the mind; once they had passed from view it was almost impossible to recall the details of their appearance.

Instantly, Will went for his knife, but James stopped him with a cautionary hand. "Leave them," he said desolately. "If we dare to challenge them, my people will pay the price for months, perhaps years, to come. Now do you see what I mean? Now do you see?" His voice cracked with anger.

From his bearing, one was clearly the leader. His long hair, the colour of sun on corn, fell around his shoulders, but failed to soften his icy features.

Spying James and Will, he approached, while his advisors circled the room, pausing to stare into the faces of those nearby. Some of the guests sobbed or swooned under the attention. Others took on a fatalistic expression that was painful to see, as if they had accepted that the date of their death had been decided.

The leader studied James's and Will's faces for a moment as if examining a lesser species. His eyes were too black, his stare unblinking. "I am honoured to be in the presence of the great King James of the land of Scotland," he said, pronouncing each word as if he carried a pebble in his mouth. His voice was low, and quiet, and some quality to it made Will feel unaccountably cold. "I am Cavillex of. . ." He paused, and then added with a contemptuous nod "... the Unseelie Court."

"You are the king of your people?" James asked.

Cavillex's eyes narrowed. "My family guides the Court." His attention skittered on to Will. "You trespassed in one of my homes, hurt one of those close to me, took what is mine-"

"I freed a poor soul imprisoned against his will."

James flinched at Will's defiance.

"Took what is mine," Cavillex repeated. "The disrespect you have shown is unforgivable. I would know your name."

"You will learn it soon enough. It will be engraved in your heart."

Cavillex nodded thoughtfully as he searched Will's face. "You have been touched by us before."

"Many men have been touched by your kind. There will be an ending to that business."

Cavillex ignored Will's insolence and continued to peer deeply into his eyes. "What was her name?" he enquired thoughtfully.

Deep in his head, Will felt something shift. His thoughts unfolded, rolling away like the mist on an autumn morning, and in the sun-drenched landscape that was revealed, he saw jenny again, coming towards him through the cornfield, her face ablaze with love. His heart pounded with joy. He wanted to feel the touch of her hand in his once more, the sweetness of her cheek against his lips, the perfume of her hair, the melody of her voice, her laughter; her love.

And then the image faded, and he knew it was an echo, fading with each passing day, slowly draining the happiness from his life. A wave of grief washed through him, but he held it back before it broke on his face.

"Would you like to know if she still lives?" Cavillex enquired.

"Why would I listen to your words? They are lies and obfuscations and swamp-lights that lead you on to disaster," Will replied.

"Because hope and yearning forces you to listen, even when you know it is painful or futile. That is the way of men. You follow the light to try to ease the pain of your existence. You need the promise because you cannot deal with the harshness of the truth."

"And you take advantage of our weakness."

"You carry your own destruction with you," Cavillex continued. "Love. Even as it leads you on, it ruins you."

"And yet we continue," Will replied. "And when you divine that mystery you will realise you can never win."

"I know where she is." Cavillex nodded as he saw the light rise up in Will's face. "Alive, yes."

"With your kind?"

Cavillex remained implacable.

Will privately cursed himself for responding; he had proved Cavillex right. He forced himself to dismiss Cavillex's admission as another manipulation designed to inflict pain, but something in his opponent's face, or tone, hinted at a deeper truth.

"We will meet again, when it is time to balance our accounts," Cavillex said to Will with a nod. He turned to James and added, "We enjoy our time among your people and the sport it gives us." James winced and once again Will thought he was on the brink of tears. "Now, you have a choir here?" Cavillex continued. "I would hear more of your music that celebrates the joys of your short lives. Let them sing the opening verses of the 137th Psalm, in the setting of Filippo de Monte, Super flunaina. Please your honoured guests." He bowed, and moved away into the crowd.

James wrung his hands. "I am a king, yet I am a slave."

"None of us can be ourselves-our lives are not our own. We all make sacrifices for the good of the ones we serve, and that is how it should be."

"But I would not be a slave to him!"

"Nor shall you, for much longer. We will never be truly free of them, but there will be a time when we have driven them back to the edges of life, and for most people they will become a memory, nothing more."

"Your words give me confidence. Remember me to your Queen, and, if you find it in your heart, pass on what I have said." He gave a weary smile, a nod, and went in search of the choir.

His resolve reaffirmed, Will moved towards Nathaniel, Meg, and Reidheld, who had been watching from afar. All the joyous noise of the festivities faded into a dull background buzz as his thoughts coalesced around the image of jenny in the cornfield. Was Cavillex telling him the truth, or was it a lie designed to cause emotional pain? New hope that would eventually be crushed so brutally it would be worse than not having hope at all? It showed the cold effectiveness of the Enemy: in only one moment they had identified and attacked his most vulnerable area. He tried to force the image back into the deep, dark place where he had learned to keep it so he could continue with his life, but it clawed its way back, refusing to be subdued. Raw once more, the old questions hit him with renewed force: alive or dead? Salvation or damnation?

Unsettled, Nathaniel wanted to know the identity of the new arrivals, and appeared only partly placated when Will told him they were Spanish agents, although Meg was convinced. "They are here because they know I have the cipher and they are afraid I will reach their prize before them," Will said. He watched the Unseelie Court select unsettled women and men for dancing partners, and added, "Though how they knew I would be here this evening, I have not yet concluded. But they must not be allowed to follow us, or prevent us reaching the object of our search. Nat, you must come with me."